Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 355 - 352: Cramping [4,000 Words, Two-in-One]2

"Yesterday, he called because of Li Mingchen’s situation. You know, he was the liaison for our project at the ti and followed the Li Mingchen case throughout. When I was doing the psychological assessnt back then..."

A whole spiel starting from the beginning of ti that went on for two minutes, and still hadn’t gotten to what Chang Ming actually said in the call last night.

Vice Principal Ma was initially fully focused, but as Nan Zhubin continued his narrative, his expression gradually turned impatient again.

"Mr. Nan, Nan Zhubin!!" He suddenly raised his voice.

"Are you ssing with ?!"

Contrasting sharply with Vice Principal Ma, Nan Zhubin’s expression remained calm.

"I am certainly not ssing with you." Nan Zhubin’s tone was indifferent and his speech slow and steady, "Is there so misunderstanding between us?"

"Enough! From the beginning, you’ve been talking off-topic with !"

As Vice Principal Ma gazed at Nan Zhubin’s sharply defined face, the more he looked, the more he found his features repulsive.

"Who do you think you are! Since you ca in, I haven’t mistreated you, have I? I even gave you a project, I am your client!"

Nan Zhubin’s tone remained steady: "Strictly speaking, the Principal is our client, Ma Principal, you’re the Vice Principal..."

With these words, Vice Principal Ma completely exploded.

...

Nan Zhubin was indeed ssing with Vice Principal Ma.

This was Nan Zhubin’s aim.

At this mont, Vice Principal Ma’s temper was completely ignited, and he began to unleash an unrestrained scolding at Nan Zhubin—put more politely, an unfiltered outburst.

This was also Nan Zhubin’s aim.

Using bland yet highly sarcastic language to draw Vice Principal Ma’s attention onto himself, diverting it away from Chang Ming.

Long-suffering employees in a company should know that when a boss berates soone, they have no ti awareness. A half-hour or even hour-long eting, an oppressive leader can fill with nonsensical vitriol and unfounded emotional outbursts.

Nan Zhubin reckoned Vice Principal Ma had forgotten his initial objective by this point.

As for being scolded—there’s nothing to it.

Nan Zhubin even felt secretly pleased: See, it’s that easy to trap this guy.

An MVP’s skills go beyond just dealing damage. An excellent carry player sotis needs to take the hits.

Seeing Vice Principal Ma beco more invested in his scolding, even the students around involuntarily showed expressions of unease.

"Ring, ring, ring—"

Just as Nan Zhubin was silently counting the ti, Vice Principal Ma’s phone suddenly rang in his pocket.

After just one glance at the caller ID, Vice Principal Ma, whose face was reddened from anger, suddenly executed a quick change in deanor, finally displaying the emotional composure expected of soone in authority.

"Hello? Director Zhou..."

Nan Zhubin frowned.

The atmosphere he had painstakingly cultivated was interrupted.

As expected, the next second, Vice Principal Ma’s attention was forcibly pulled back: "I haven’t found Director Chang yet—"

Nan Zhubin stepped forward discreetly. Perhaps due to age, Vice Principal Ma’s earpiece was loud enough for Nan Zhubin to hear the person on the other end.

"How long has it been, and you still haven’t found Chang Ming."

The voice was calm, even more so than Nan Zhubin’s; yet very deep, deeper than several minutes of Vice Principal Ma’s tirade combined.

"Xiao Ma, what have you been doing?"

Vice Principal Ma’s face, just recovering from redness, instantly turned pale.

"Director Zhou, I’m on it..." Vice Principal Ma imdiately ignored Nan Zhubin, stepping past him to continue towards the surveillance room.

"Report to promptly if there’s any developnt." The voice from the other end remained calm. This was a closing line, signaling the imminent end of the call.

...

"Zhuren!" Chonghui suddenly spoke up from the side.

By now, he had unknowingly approached very close to Vice Principal Ma.

Just as Vice Principal Ma was about to leave, Chonghui suddenly raised his voice, his first sentence clearly calling out Nan Zhubin’s na.

He seed to be addressing Nan Zhubin, but in reality, he wanted soone else to know Nan Zhubin was present.

He didn’t know why he did this, perhaps it was just an attempt or a mont of inspiration.

Vice Principal Ma’s steps suddenly halted.

Not because of Chonghui’s words, nor because he was startled, but because Director Zhou’s puzzled voice ca from the earpiece.

"...Nan Zhubin, that Nan Zhubin’s next to you?"

"Yes, Director Zhou..."

The voice on the other end pondered for a mont: "...Hand the phone to him."

Vice Principal Ma displayed an expression of disbelief, completely taken aback by his superior’s inexplicable directive.

Chonghui squinted slightly.

Nan Zhubin glanced at Chonghui, sowhat perplexed as he took the phone: "Hello? Is this Director Zhou?"

"Nan Zhubin, is it Mr. Nan?"

Hearing this form of address, Xiao Ma blinked his eyes.

"Yes, that’s ."

"I also graduated from Jiang University, so you’re my junior. I’ll call you Xiao Nan."

Xiao Ma blinked again, not relaxing from reinstating equal footing through titles.

Because the voice from the earpiece sounded notably gentler.

And just before, he had been bombarding Nan Zhubin with insults for a long ti.

"Your lecture event at Jiang University earlier has caused quite a stir." The tone on the other side was sowhat nostalgic, "Recently, many ’colleagues’ around have been discussing it, and I’ve watched your video too."

Presumably not just so-called colleagues.

"We even held a small eting about it, and we plan to learn so things recently. We also plan to consult you, the person concerned." This sentence seed polite.

"When Xiao Chang reported to that you were handling this project, I was surprised. I didn’t expect to connect with you in such a roundabout way. Initially, I planned to reach out after the project concluded to invite you to give specialized classes to our comrades here since everyone’s work is related."

"I heard that your teacher was handled personally by Director Xia? How did it go?" This sentence seed like concern.

Nan Zhubin roughly understood the scene.

Vice Principal Ma suddenly felt a bit stiff in his limbs.

Nan Zhubin glanced at him, just about to say sothing.

Suddenly, shifting his gaze aside, he saw a figure in the hallway on the second floor.

It was Xu Pengcheng.

The teaching building had more than one entrance, so Nan Zhubin hadn’t seen him earlier. He only caught sight of this conspicuous figure now.

Yes, conspicuous.

The tall student was walking shakily, limping, with his left leg seeming weak.

He was carrying two large plastic bags, not only filled with takeout from the cafeteria but also with snacks bought from the school store.

Making his gait even more staggered, more... labored.

[Breathing rapid, yet light... This isn’t from physical exertion.]

[Gaze dilated, unable to focus, with pupils slightly enlarged.]

[Slight jaw tremble, faint frown.]

[Left leg trembling, is it injured? No... more like a cramp!]

With vision enhanced by [Micro-expression Analysis], even from afar, Nan Zhubin could clearly see Xu Pengcheng’s expression and movents.

Then, his pupils suddenly dilated.

The next second, he tossed the phone aside and rushed upstairs.

"Xiao Nan, I... huh? Xiao Nan?"

Vice Principal Ma hurriedly took back the phone, clueless about what was happening.

While Chonghui glanced at Nan Zhubin, following his gaze to see the hallway.

He had another mont of insight.

He quickly grabbed Vice Principal Ma’s phone, turned on the speaker, then also dashed upstairs.

"Director Zhou? This is Chonghui, Chonghui from Beidu..."

To prevent the person on the other end from hanging up in confusion, Chonghui made a brief self-introduction to grab attention.

"Huh?"

Before the person on the other end could react.

A scream suddenly erupted from the teaching building!